if-not-seen-call

It was a Hogwarts reunion, and Harry was standing on his own, away from the crowd with a butterbeer in hand. He hadn’t wanted to come, actually, because Ron and Hermione were still away on their honeymoon and Luna was on her Women’s Rights project tour thing that Harry kept forgetting the name of, and he had trouble recognizing anyone’s faces. (Or he didn’t want to.)

He almost contemplated leaving all-together when he suddenly spotted the last person he wanted to see - Draco Malfoy.

Something twisted in his gut.

He hadn’t seen Draco since their last… date? (Could it be called a date? When all they had done was make out and, well, had sloppy handjobs?) That had been almost two years ago.

Before Harry could drop his beer and run, Draco had turned around, his face turning to one of absolute glee - fuck. He’d been spotted.

“Potter!” Draco called, and he quickly made his way through the crowd. The closer he got the angrier Harry felt, because fuck, Draco hadn’t changed at all, just as tall and smug and frankly, the prettiest guy Harry’d had the misfortune to meet. “Fancy that.”

“Draco,” Harry mumbled, tipping his glass forward in a way of saying, cheers, “fancy that.”

Draco was wearing this tight excuse for a jeans, hugging him in all the right places - or the wrong ones, depending on who’d you ask - and his shirt was almost obscene, so small it made Harry want to rip it off. (With his teeth.)  And, fuck, he was still so tall, almost four inches taller than he was, and it wasn’t fair, it was as if Draco wanted to rub it in his face that he was better, smarter, sexier than Harry could ever dream to be.

“So,” Draco said after a while of uncomfortable silence, “why did you never floo me?”

Harry whipped his head up to look at him. If he didn’t know any better, it seemed as if Draco was nervous. “What?”

“You never floo’d me.” He grinned, his eyes not cooperating. “We had that date, which had gone pretty well, and you said you’d get in contact, but…”

“Oh.” Harry quickly averted his gaze, his heart in his throat. How to explain to Draco, without sounding like a complete embarrassing idiot, why he’d never had the guts to contact him again?

Draco sighed deeply, leaning against the wall behind them, and Harry wanted to drool at the sight of him but dammit Harry now is not the time - “No need to spare my feelings, Potter, it’s fine -”

“No, no!” Harry took a deep breath, averting his gaze again. It was an embarrassing reason, but Draco deserved to know. Right? “I… look,  you were a sex god, alright?”

Draco choked on his laughter, “what?”

“I’m serious.” Harry looked back at him, unable to hide a smile. “You were all legs and smirks and confidence, and - god, it felt thrilling, alright? The date… fuck, Draco,” he shook his head, knowing he was rambling now but he couldn’t help it, not with Draco looking at him like that, “your kiss, it felt like a wet dream come true.”

Draco pushed himself off the wall, his expression unreadable. “Then why didn’t you floo me?”

“Because I..” Harry cleared his throat, averting his eyes again. He wanted to look at Draco, but god, did it hurt. “You looked like that while I’m. Well.” He laughed bitterly, gesturing to himself. “While I look like this. I didn’t understand how you could’ve enjoyed this, other than just to, I don’t know, be able to say that you ‘did it’ with the savior. So I saved myself the trouble of getting my heart broken and -”

Then, suddenly, faster than Harry could call out, Draco had him pinned against the wall - his hands beside Harry’s head, his knee pressed between Harry’s legs and his face so close it was all Harry could see.

“What,” Draco said, no - growled, his eyes almost glowing with anger. “You don’t get to decide how I feel about you, you don’t get to walk away without -”

“Draco,” Harry interrupted, wanting to sound as angry but unable to find the strength because Draco was all around him, and no matter what happened, that still took his breath away. “Don’t -”

“Don’t what, Potter?” Draco’s eyes glinted. “You say you’re not good enough for me?”

“I -” well, yes.

“That you’re not sexy enough for me? That I’ll drop you as soon as I realize that you’re not beautiful enough?”

Harry opened his mouth, only to close it again. Well, yes.

Draco growled again, a sound so deep in his chest that Harry could feel it in his bones. “How dare you,” he threatened, leaning in closer and closer, “you idiot. You are the most infuriatingly dense git I have ever met.” Draco’s eyes were shining, almost mad, and Harry should just walk away but he couldn’t, he was trapped but he wanted to be, because fuck, it was Draco. “You, Potter,” he seethed, “are the most beautiful git I have ever seen.”

Harry shivered. “Draco, don’t -”

“Shut up.” Draco’s face was now so close Harry could feel his breath, could hear his heartbeat. “You don’t get to say how I feel about you, you idiot, not when you are so incredibly wrong. You call me a sex god,” he snorted, “while you look like the bloody sexiest guy I’ve -”

“Draco, please.” Harry felt like he had never been this red in his life. “Stop, I -”

“Stop?” He laughed, almost giddy with anger. “I’m afraid I can’t, sweetheart,” his hands turned to grip Harry’s hair in a tight grip, his hips snapping forward to grind with Harry’s, “not as if my life depended on it.”

Then Draco’s lips were on his, hot and needy and harsh, almost desperate, and Harry’s knees sagged.

I’ve seen many posts calling Patsy out on her shit re: angry outbursts at Delia, which YES here for holding even fictional characters to higher standards. 

But SHIT do I connect with that behavior. 

I wasn’t allowed to be outwardly sad as a child. Angry though, that was okay, (to an extent). I’ve had several rounds of therapy and experience as a practitioner to learn to hold sadness and feel it, and express it (heyyyy songggsss), and STILL, when I’m hurt or upset, my first instinct is to lash out. And hide. 

Patsy Mount has had a helluva rougher go than I. 

So the brusqueness, the inability to make eye contact, ooof, it’s real. (Props to Emerald and Kate- their acting is always spot on, but what little pupcake we had in this episode felt amazingly authentic.) Yes, Delia absolutely deserves not to be blown up at, but I have a feeling that Patsy has come a longer way than we’ve been able to see onscreen. 

It’s established that she only feels comfortable opening up with Delia, in private, which is probably a bit of a miracle in and of itself. And they do have an equitable relationship in most every way- think of Patsy staying by Delia’s side throughout her hospital stay, despite how much every single part of the experience hurt like hell. Standing up to Mrs. Busby because for all her outward exasperation at the world, Delia can’t speak her truth to her own mother. Sometimes we go off on the people who love us most because we know that it’s safe to do so. That doesn’t make it alright, but it does make it very, very human. 

I’m incredibly grateful to have someone who calls me on my shit, who says “You’re being an asshole because you’re hurt right now, and I love you even though your behavior is unacceptable.” Patsy has that in Delia, and I know that she will do the work to become a better version of herself each and every day, because love is the only thing that has ever changed this world for the better. 

(tl;dr- Patsy should always be kind to Delia but I am very glad Heidi included that scene)

I’ve seen the DC Black Bloc get called nihilists a lot from my liberal relatives and I wanna say that this is a perfect example of how Nihilism (as a disparagement), never really means “people who don’t believe in anything”.  It’s meant to mean that, to attack this supposed Nihilist as someone without principles, doing whatever they’re doing for jollies or nefarious reasons.  But what the use of this term reveals is that the supposed Nihilist never believes in nothing, they merely don’t believe in the structures the speaker views as legitimate.

Do people who join Black Blocs believe in nothing?  No.  The Black Bloc tactic is clearly structured in a democratic fashion, it is clearly opposed to the police, to the state.  The militants who join that group do not believe in nothing, they merely don’t believe in the state, in the sanctity of property, in the sanctity of the police.  These are at the heart of the liberal imagination, but what fool would believe in a state at a time like this?  In these times? With this state?

when u see a post u wanna reblog but its from a Bad Anti and ur like 

“i cant…. support you…….. rip.”

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, can you elaborate on what IS on the call sheet a little bit? I haven't seen it and I wouldn't know how to read it anyway, but if you feel like getting into it could explain some of what you saw/what it means? I know CL fans started the dying rumor so I didn't buy it in the first place, but I'm super curious about what was actually on it since I actually like spoilers. If you're hesitant to post it under a cut, I can come off anon or pm you if you don't mind sharing!

OK y’all. I’m going to put this under the cut, because there are HEAVY spoilers here, so you know…don’t read if you don’t want spoilers (I will not be posting the pictures!) Before you proceed you need to know that people receive the Call Sheet for an episode at the filming of the episode before it. So, as this is the Call Sheet for 3x13, they received this Call Sheet at the end of filming for 3x12. The rest is under here:

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anonymous asked:

I grabbed an apple to eat because it looked pretty good and didn't have any blemishes, but when I bit into it it there was a part rotten all the way to the core and I got a really ominous feeling from it. Is it possible that it's a bad omen?

It’s possible, yes.

I used to have a rad post from Windvexer called “So you think you’ve seen an omen.” I can’t find that post any more but if you can find the entire thing it may help you out.

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the video about the Neatherlands mocking/welcoming Trump? It's called "The Netherlands welcomes Trump in his own words" and it's beautiful

YEEESSS I’VE SEEN IT! 

Zondag met Lubach (Sunday with Lubach: the talkshow that made that video) is my favourite thing to watch on the television right now. He is so satire and brings his opinions about social and politicial matters in such a hilarious way. That video had me laughing my ass off.

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the Swedish film "a man called ove" ?

yeah haha everybody talked about it over here, it was alright I guess, amazing make up though x

anonymous asked:

whats the difference between a call sheet and a script and how have people gotten a supposed death spoiler from a call sheet?

A call sheet just tells you where and when to report, how many pages of the script you’ll be filming and what scenes to expect. 

It contains lots of logistical info, so contact numbers, h/m/w times (hair/makeup/wardrobe), location of the shoot, local hospitals in the area, where you can park near set if you drove yourself and safety notes as well. 

The script (or more accurately screenplay) just contains the dialogue and some blocking as well as general scene info for the show. 

Having seen the call sheet I know EXACTLY why people think that Clarke is dying, but because I know how to read a call sheet, I can also say with extreme confidence that she DOES NOT. 

More random khajiit facts :

khajiit babies are called cubs, “kitten” being mostly seen as derogatory

The tradition for “man faced” ohmes khajiit to tattoo their faces can be perceived as an act of rebellion from teenager and young adults : the patterns mimick furs patterns, and bearing one negates their elfish appearance and the benefits it could bring in foreign countries

In the khajiit creation myth, Anu is the bad guy, for he attacks and kills his companion because of her children

Most of canon ta'agra comes from the game Redguard, where the game opens to a cutscene with a ta'agra voiced dialog between the hero and a khajiit character

anonymous asked:

God, I'm in a tumblr group where two separate people reblogged that call-out post with absolutely no words on what bullshit it was outside of "mmmaybe you shouldn't write off aaaall the Roadrat community as bad. :(" and, not, say, actually pointing out that OP deliberately cropped the first panel of the comic out, and didn't provide any real links to you inciting harassment (because they had none, ofc), adshgh, this is stupid, I'm sorry about your rotten luck here and I hope this bs blows over.

it’s okay I don’t figure it’ll get much traction and I’ve seen people called out for like….actual real shit and still be fine so I’m not too concerned over it

anonymous asked:

Lol at that anon who said Camilizers were the worst fans. I think they can say that about the whole 5H fandom and not just people who mainly support Camila. Like harmonizers (esp OT4) are some of the sickest people I have ever seen on social media. I'm sometimes ashamed to call myself a harmonizer after all the shit that so many people say online.

it all boils down to maturity. it sucks that sometimes the most outspoken fans are immature. so that’s the general image we get.

I want to start calling my senators! I have seen a lot of posts about this in the last week or so but I haven’t been able to do it until now. And now I can’t seem to find any of those posts saying who I should call and about what issues. Would someone be able to either forward them along to me or give a master post of numbers and issues about which we can call out senators?

anonymous asked:

what is a terff? I am very confused when people use that term

TERF stands for “trans exclusionary radical feminist”, but it’s applied to almost anyone nowadays.
For me? I’m a gender critical radical feminist. I don’t believe it is possible to change your biological sex, and I believe that gender is actually the same as gender roles and needs to be abolished.
People see me as being transphobic because of that.
I’ve seen women who talk about bra shopping being called TERFs.
Women who talk about periods.
Gay men.
Lesbians.
Bi women.
Women in general.
Now, it’s used to silence people who dissent from one set of beliefs.

About the Leaked Script...

I wasn’t going to mention it but I don’t have time for the nonsense, first of all it’s not a script, it’s a call sheet, which is a HUGE difference, I have seen it and I feel extremely confident that Clarke DOES NOT DIE. 

You have to know how to read a call sheet in order to interpret what you’re being told and I know how to read a call sheet and this one is NOT SAYING CLARKE DIES. 

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Stiles hates the new guy at the office. Derek’s a natural at everything the job throws at him, whereas Stiles still sometimes struggles to use the fax machine. Derek’s really nice too – he’ll bring coffee for the whole team and always asks if everyone’s okay. Stiles… doesn’t do that. The biggest problem of all? Since Derek’s arrival Stiles just. can’t. focus. He zones out in meetings because he’s too busy trying to work out the color of Derek’s eyes. He’s missing deadlines because he gets distracted wondering if Derek likes guys, if Derek’s seeing someone, if Derek would keep his glasses on whilst they– Derek’s very distracting is the point, and it’s starting to affect Stiles’ work. So, yes. Stiles hates Derek. Still loves to watch him leave though.